Mingle Log!

[notscrapmetal]

When; July 5th through July 7th!
Rating; G+
Characters; Open to ALL, 4th Wallers and Citizens!
Summary; The celebrations continue, and the Anonymous regime has summoned guests that Citizens might (not) prove very thrilled to see! As opposed to other Fourth Wall events, all visiting characters will have been invited to the City, or they must arrive here of their own will.

Mingle! Explore~!

Log;

There's so much to do and so much to see in this City of cities. From tromping through Xanadu, long walks along the shore, shopping in the Square, hunting in the forest, meeting a contact in the Underground, or getting as many answers as possible at the Welcoming Center how can anyone decide on just one. In three days time so much can be done!

Shops and restaurants are having specials. Happy hour has become happy days in some bars. This is quite the occasion! When the City decides to celebrate, it becomes contagious. Why not smile and strike up a conversation with a stranger? After all, a stranger is a friend you haven't met yet.

Comments

[makeahowl]

[Her eyes narrow]

...Because I'm not [popular. Putting out. Pretty.] Usually invited.

...Unless you're going to a party.

[saturniapavonia]

Well. Who says you're not?

[What is with this girl? There's something troubling about her. Roman's brand of caring as a stranger is already feeling flimsy under her sharp eyes.]

I might. Have you had a chance to look around? Lots of places are open.

[He could technically leave. Leave right now and leave her alone except that would be defeat.]

[killerstyle]

[There are a lot of things he could tell her, really. That's not the question; in Finnick's life, "could" is never the question. It's always either "should" or "will". Subtle a difference as it might seem, it's a significant one nonetheless.

Still, he feels as though--

For Katniss (anguished, brightly-burning Katniss, for whom he's experienced a glittering kaleidoscope of emotions over the time he's known her, who he knows now is being used and made a tool the same way that all the Victors are, the way he once was but is never going to be again), maybe there are words he owes her. Maybe he and all his pretty turns of phrase can find the right ones.

He starts them walking, jaunty and brisk, like two old friends out for a stroll. Maybe that's what they are. Maybe.]

I used to work at this place, you know. I couldn't bake my way out of a tackle bag, but I could lift the sacks of flour and stuff. After awhile the baker figured out he could make a fortune if he let me work the counter and convince all the customers to buy more than they intended to, instead.

[It's a fond memory, and there's an unspoken laugh riding beneath the words. Weren't those the days, he thinks.]

Would you believe me if I told you it works out in the end, Katniss?

[actsharpbesharp]

[You walk around in your blues and people either behave better or run. John gets a kick out of it. Though it does make it hard to be okay with having a beer. Maybe it isn't such a good idea after all. Being sober keeps you vigilant. So he slurps on a fruit smoothie right out of the blender. His radio has static. At least he can enjoy it without immediately throwing it away for a call.]

[orangetoughguy]

[Is that what he thinks it is? Freddy stops in his tracks and stares at the uniform.]

[actsharpbesharp]

[Sluuuuurp.]

Can I do something for you?

[Cooper stares back but now with something of a squint.]

[orangetoughguy]

[That radio on the big guy is way too sleek and not clunky. He must be from the future. The badge however is unmistakeable.]

W-where'd you come from?

[WOW NEWENDYKE BE COOL. BITCH BE COOL. GODDAMN.]

[actsharpbesharp]

[Cooper stands straighter. The hell kind of a way to start a conversation this is.]

Lalaland.

[Which means what he thinks it means. After a second he adds.]

California.

[makeahowl]

I don't have anyone.

[beat]

To be here with.

[orangetoughguy]

[Wow you're tall.]

Really? [Duh.] I mean, I'm from LA too.

[See Freddy can read though it doesn't really take reading the badge to identify the cop.]

[saturniapavonia]

[God, you're weird. He wants to say, maybe his eyes do already.]

What about me?

[Roman looks left and then behind him. Then right and behind him.]

I don't have anybody. They let me in.

[As though being a Godfrey had any weight at all. In this world it does not.]

[actsharpbesharp]

[Wow you're short.]

Yeah? Good.

[Meaning...? The for you starts on his tongue. These people stay here, it could be a while.]

It's still standing.

[He can't readily get the same vibe out of the other man. Part of the mystique of being undercover, right?]

[orangetoughguy]

[It's like trying to start a faulty car. Get that Marlon Brando going, Freddy, come on.]

Good to know it didn't sink into the pacific. [He shrugs and smiles.]

[actsharpbesharp]

Still evading the big one.

[His hair is kind of retro. That's a detail worth taking in.]

Northridge couldn't do it. Anything else can't be much worse. We're good.

[Anybody who's anybody knows that. A smile puts him at enough ease to try and not be such of an asshole.]

[makeahowl]

[She doesn't say anything.]

You're a Godfrey you're always here with someone.

[beat] always anywhere. Where's Pet-where's the gypsy?

[saturniapavonia]

Maybe.

[Boy if that were so. He wouldn't feel so lonely. Popularity is a solitary place as far as he's concerned.]

I'm alone right now.

[Can't she see? Her mentioning gets him feeling that extra detachment. Peter somehow is always at home everywhere. Roman guesses that's what happens when you're a wanderer. Every place can be home if you let it.]

Peter? I don't know. Not here. I mean, I don't think he's here. I don't think he's a city guy.

[Shrug. She knew his name though.]

[orangetoughguy]

[Wat.] What happened in Northridge?

[Not that Freddy has any family there but friends maybe and no no stop yourself, Newendyke. He's always promised himself not to try and unravel the mysteries of the future. Before Officer Big Blonde Bear can say anything Freddy waves a hand.]

I got here a couple years ago. Split in '92, August I think.

[Actually he knows but saying he thinks makes him look less hyperfocused on that day.]

[actsharpbesharp]

Years ago?

[The very thought is hard to believe. A couple of years away from the job, away from the city.]

If I tell you anything are we going to have a paradox?

[Paradox is a crossword puzzle answer for 14 down from two days ago.]

Just know that it wasn't anything that couldn't be handled.

[Eventually.]

[orangetoughguy]

I don't know, maybe.

[Just how far into the future is this guy? Freddy wonders if there's any chance he was a fucking boot while the kid was undercover. Now that's a paradox. Just from the look of him Freddy guesses this officer is in his 30s, maybe late 30s. Oh Newendyke, if you only knew.]

I heard we have a black president. A friend of mine told me. [Wait don't get too confusing too fast.] Somebody I met here I mean. Gone now.

[Wait that could be a euphemism.] As in gone back home, that happens too. Not for me though.

[makeahowl]

[Peter was her friend first. That's all he needs to know, but he'll never know. She tucks her knees under her to stare at him.]

Of course not.

The wide open woods and spaces.

That's what he likes, but not you. Wheredo you go.

[actsharpbesharp]

[Better leave it be to be cautious. Who wants to talk about a SoCal disaster? That's some shit sort of news to bring from home.]

He gets two terms.

[More spoiler? At least it is good news.]

Gone back, not gone for good.

[The stumble then distinction. He knows or at least works in an environment that deals with death. Noted.]

What is for you then around here?

[Cooper does take a look around them in case if this chatty person is for a distraction.]

[orangetoughguy]

I guess I know where to place my bets, McFly.

[Get it? Nevermind who is Bif sized here. Haha. Ahem anyway...at least Freddy didn't say DOA or call a code.]

What's what?

[Being off-duty doesn't mean he's not armed but his jeans are relaxed enough likely fully covering his ankle holster. Carried just like an undercover.]

[actsharpbesharp]

Don't forget to share the wealth when you cash out.

[Cooper gets it. He nods and sort of almost smiles. If he does. Do you leave right where you left off? Seems far too convenient.]

What do you do? What are you doing?

[Either or both.]

[saturniapavonia]

[Roman could say the same. He doesn't. It's a guarded fact but anybody can see that somehow they are an unlikely pair.]

Sounds about right. Less people.

[Who get the wrong idea about the guy. Gypsy, werewolf, whatever he is, Peter is not the person people believe.]

Who says I don't?

[Well. She does.]

Go? Anywhere. Nowhere. I'm here right now. A weird person with a painted face told me there's a castle somewhere around here.

[Roman shrugs. He could stare too. Would it do anything to her? Does he even want to find out?]

[orangetoughguy]

Oh uh.

[That was straight forward. Then again he's a cop. No shit he's going to ask. Freddy would do the exact same thing.]

I uh.

[He rubs the back of his neck and averts his gaze.] I'm a peace officer...

[Because being a police officer here just doesn't feel the same as being what he was back home. Maybe that's unfair to the police force and unfair to Captain America whose faith in Freddy means a whole heck of a lot, but in front of the blue uniform it just comes out that way.]